Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Ji Ci stole the show in the competition, but Yue Wu was not satisfied with the result. His and her eldest disciples worked so hard and cooked such delicious food, yet they still couldn't get a ranking.

Yuewu had some doubts. In the original story, the male protagonist Ji Ci became famous for his reckless fighting style and indomitable spirit. He lost to the villain Han Ziyan by a narrow margin. After entering the Sword Tomb, he triggered the phenomenon of ten thousand swords emerging at once and obtained the sword Chu Hong, which was left behind by the Sword Master who ascended a thousand years ago. This peerless sword became his natal sword and accompanied him all the way to fight monsters and level up. Finally, when Ji Ci ascended, it was tempered by the Nine Heavens Mystic Thunder and became a celestial spirit sword.

Han Ziyan is still in first place, but what about Ji Ci? After thinking it over carefully, Yue Wu suddenly realized that the change was probably caused by her.

Wuwu sighed, "Oh, it's all her fault."

These days, she kept coaxing Ji Ci to cook delicious food for her every day just so she could have something to eat. That must be why Ji Ci neglected her cultivation.

After seeing the list of those to be admitted to the Sword Tomb announced, Yuewu couldn't help but feel regretful. It was a pity that he had wasted such an opportunity. He could only think about finding a chance to send him into the Sword Tomb later.

Compared to Yuewu's disappointment, Ji Ci's expression was much calmer. He didn't like swords that much; he only used them as a tool for self-defense. Most cultivators would learn some sword techniques to protect themselves.

Previously, when he was misunderstood and looked down upon, practicing swordsmanship became a good way for him to vent his frustrations.

It was a bit of a pity that he didn't get a ranking, but he quickly let it go. He also gained a lot from this competition.

The most valuable item was spirit stones. In just one month, he earned six thousand spirit stones. With these, he could easily find someone to forge a decent high-grade spirit sword for him.

It doesn't matter whether he enters the Sword Tomb or not. He doesn't need to force himself to get a top-grade spirit sword, and entering the Sword Tomb doesn't guarantee that he can get a spirit sword.

It's enough to have something that works; there's no need to insist on having the best.

As his inner conflict was resolved, he became more easygoing, and his competitive spirit subsided. He realized that doing his best was enough, and there was no need to force himself with extreme methods.

Looking at the award winners on stage, he smiled, his eyes sparkling, and he was enveloped in the warm sunlight, his gloomy aura dissipating. He would be the most prominent rising star of tomorrow.

Yuewu was displeased. How could she let that bastard Han Ziyan in? Humph, he took things from the Qingyun Sect and then turned around to attack the Immortal Sect. He even dared to dream of dominating the world. He's dreaming.

No matter how unwilling Yuewu was, time followed the white clouds and the day to enter the Sword Tomb arrived. As the leading disciple, Yuewu led a group of people there, feeling sorry for Ji Ci all the way.

She took out her spirit boat and flew in the sky. Except for those in the Qi Refining stage who hadn't yet learned to fly on swords, the disciples all flew along using the low-level spirit swords issued by the sect. Yue Wu listened to the Qi Refining disciples' gratitude towards her with a little guilt, then lowered her head and drank the pearl milk tea that Ji Ci had just made. She chewed on it and thought it was really good.

Although I was still a little scared, at least I felt grounded on the spirit boat, which was much better than looking down at the endless sky and floating on the spirit sword.

"Waaah, Junior Martial Aunt Qilian is so kind! She even prepared a spirit boat for us when she knew we were practicing Qi cultivation. She's such a good person. Anyone who dares to say a bad word about her after this is going against me, Wen Tierou!"

Moon Mist lowered her head even further. Are the disciples these days a bit too immature? Their mental state is quite active.

She was just afraid of heights, and she felt embarrassed by what they said about her. It was an unexpected but positive outcome.

Soon, the group arrived at the towering mountaintop. After disembarking from the spirit boat, Yuewu looked around. The mountaintop was very high, with dense, white clouds covering the area. If you looked closely, you could feel wisps of clouds drifting past. It was sunrise, and the sky was casting its rays down, illuminating the majestic and ancient mountain peaks before them.

The dark brown mountain peaks soared into the clouds, their majestic presence shrouded in mystery. "Alright, this is the Sword Tomb. Enter on your own for three days. What you obtain depends on your own abilities."

Yuewu turned around to look at everyone, her red lips curving slightly as she spoke with a smile, "Then I look forward to everyone's performance at the Sword Tomb."

The disciple bid farewell to Yuewu with joy and excitement and headed towards the Sword Tomb. Even Han Ziyan's eyes showed his determination to achieve his goal.

After Han Ziyan went inside, he found an excuse to separate from the other disciples. The others didn't think much of it. The Sword Tomb was so big that it would be easier to find each other if they separated. Besides, Han Ziyan usually went alone, and they were used to it.

When he was alone, Han Ziyan no longer hid the mocking smile in his eyes. He thought with disdain that the Qingyun Sect was not as powerful as rumored. He had easily fooled them one by one, they were so stupid.

His master was even more foolish, mistaking a fish eye for a pearl, ignoring the real treasure, and instead caring about the good-for-nothing boy he casually took a liking to. His taste was absolutely terrible.

He took out the compass used to search for the spirit sword, cut his fingertip and let the blood drip onto the compass. After all, it was a sword forged by the demon race, so it would still be able to sense the aura of the demon race.

As he silently chanted the mantra, the compass began to react, and a wisp of red thread emerged from it and slowly extended outwards. Han Ziyan was overjoyed and followed it, walking along the guidance. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he felt something was wrong; the more he walked, the more desolate it seemed.

It's a top-grade spirit sword, after all. It shouldn't be treated like this, thrown into a corner like trash. He pondered this casually.

Zhan Yunjian, who was happily playing with his companions in the sky, suddenly stopped and looked at the red line connecting the sword with a puzzled expression.

It's that long already?

The other companions flying around curiously approached to look at the extra lines on its body, and tried to cut them off with their swords, but to no avail.

Its blade trembled pitifully, its humming filled with fear, 'Waaah, I'm not going to die! I'm just a sword that's lived for a thousand years, I still have so much time left to enjoy.'

The other swords rang out, comforting it.

"It's alright, Xiaoyun. Jian Huo's life has been worthwhile. Don't be afraid."

'It's just a red line growing out, believe me, this won't end there.'

Before Zhan Yun could calm down, he heard his companion's next words, which made him even more agitated and uneasy.

'Yeah, we don't know if it will be finished later.'

Instead of being comforted, Zhan Yunjian panicked even more. The sword spun slowly in the air before finally falling to the ground, where it gently kicked up a cloud of dust.

These are truly its good friends, how wicked!

Han Ziyan appeared at this moment, and following the red line, a look of joy appeared on his face. Great, he didn't find it!

He strode over, speaking softly and gently, maintaining his gentle demeanor, "Zhan Yun, would you like to form a pact with me? Together, we're sure to make a name for ourselves and be renowned throughout the land."

His gentle voice carried a seductive quality, low and melodious, gently tugging at the ear. Unfortunately, he was facing a pile of swords and did not understand his allure.

Zhan Yun manipulated the sword to fly up, soaring into the air so that Han Ziyan could only look up, giving him a sense of looking down from above.

Displeasure and resentment welled up inside him. He lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips slightly, and clenched his fists, veins bulging, barely concealing the gloom in his eyes. He hadn't gotten the sword yet, so he could only appease it for now. Once he successfully formed a contract, he would have plenty of ways to punish Zhan Yun Sword.

The way he looked down on people always reminded him of the times he was bullied and humiliated by the demons. It was something he had always wanted to forget, but there were always people who didn't know any better than to bring it up in front of him.

Zhan Yun also quickly detected Han Ziyan's aura. Even though it was well hidden, he still sensed it. Combining this with Han Ziyan's words, he instantly understood the origin of the red thread.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it's alright.

Then it quickly realized, no! We can't just let it go after scaring it to death.

This demon man is dead!